Drifting on the sleepy waves at sea,

stretched on the canvas of destiny,

I dream along the whispering shore

of the times gone by that are no more.

A soft wind blows, the tears of time fall;

and nothing is left, nothing at all.

I cry upon the shoulders of rocks,

my tears the water beneath the docks.

The ships set sail, like dust on the wind;

and I watch them turn, around the bend.

The deep blue dreams are empty of bliss

as sleepless lids close to reminisce.

My heart climbs up invisible stairs,

a star to the sky lit unawares;

and the dream you dreamed so long ago

is now a beacon of star-light glow.

Your hands reach up to touch through the air.

I shine down upon you standing there.

My sweet love! Is not the dark sky deep?

My heart is yours forever to keep.

I wake on the morn beside the sea,

the softness that changed my destiny;

for the last I saw, you waved good-bye,

your image reflected in her eye.

She consumed my love between her lips

and swallowed the crew of many ships;

and nothing hurts more than times like these,

a thousand mouths buried in the seas.

Your heart climbs up invisible stairs,

a star to the sky lit unawares;

and the dream I dreamed so long ago

is now a beacon of star-light glow.